Novels by Nala

He didn’t look at her the way other men did. That was the first problem.Most of her prey noticed her dress, the way it shaped her, the way it hinted just enough, the way her pale skin showed beneath the soft mesh of her royal blue fabric.Their eyes usually lingered too long and too openly.But him… this prey looked once, took everything in, and then looked away as if it didn’t matter.That alone unsettled her.His eyes were low and unimpressed. It felt as though he had already decided what she was and was simply waiting to see if she would prove him right.Her heels struck the polished floor in a slow, confident rhythm as she walked in like she had always belonged there.“Late.”The voice reached her before she reached him.He sat like the room belonged to him and more dangerously, like he didn't need to prove that.“I like to arrive when I’m noticed,” she said, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting without asking.His gaze dropped briefly as he poured himself a drink, c

The silence in the room grew heavy as Cassian stepped closer, the space between them disappearing until the heat of his body radiated over her like a fever. He didn't rush. He watched the way her pulse jumped in the hollow of her throat, savoring the sheer terror and the forbidden fascination written across her face. He reached out, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her inner arm, just above where the silk ties bit into her wrists. The contact was electric. A violent shiver raced up Isla’s spine, making her hair stand on end. It wasn't just fear it was a physical reaction she couldn't suppress. "Stop," she hissed, the word catching in her throat. She thrashed against her restraints, the table creaking under her weight. "Cassian, stop this right now. If you have any respect for your own blood—" "I don't," he interrupted, his voice a low rasp. He leaned over her, his chest inches from hers, and began to tease her. He didn't push inside. Instead, he took the heavy, hot length

The digital clock on Isla’s nightstand flickered 12:05 AM. She lay staring at the ceiling, her pulse finally slowing from the jagged rhythm of the hallway encounter. She hadn't gone to his room. She hadn't even bothered to bolt her door. She knew the math of this house better than Cassian did. If he showed that footage to Dominic, he wasn't just destroying her, he was committing social and financial suicide. Dominic didn't forgive trespasses, especially not from a charity case younger brother. Isla closed her eyes, a cold, sharp smirk touching her lips in the dark. Checkmate, Cassian. By 8:00 AM, the estate felt quiet. The usual morning bustle of the staff was absent Dominic liked the house cleared on his high business travel days. Isla walked downstairs in a simple, cream-colored wrap dress, the dress cool against her skin. She found a note on the marble island in the kitchen, written in Dominic’s handwriting. Urgent meeting in the city. Back late tonight. She was alone. Truly

The door of the study was the only thing separating Isla from her life as she knew it. On the other side, she could hear the deep baritone of her husband, Dominic, as he closed a multi-million dollar deal, He sounded calm, authoritative, and completely oblivious. On this side of the door, in the dimly lit hallway, Isla was losing her breath. Cassian had her pinned. His larger, leaner frame was a wall of heat against her silk evening dress. One of his hands was clamped firmly over her mouth, his palm smelling of expensive cigarettes and mint. His other hand was anchored at the small of her back, crushing her against the wood of the door so hard she could feel the vibration of Dominic’s voice through the panels. "Isla?" Dominic’s voice called out from the study, muffled but sharp. "Isla, are you still out there? Bring me those file transcripts." Isla’s eyes went wide, reflecting the amber light. She tried to scream, but it died against Cassian’s hand. She thrashed, her heels scu

Leo, who had been brutally filling her back passage, let out a guttural roar, his body convulsing as he poured himself into her. He gasped, his breath ragged, before roughly pulling himself out, leaving Maya aching and breathless. Maya thought she might finally get a moment to breathe, to try and process the sheer overwhelming sensation of being taken by two men at once. But she was wrong. Leo didn't move away. Instead, he repositioned himself in front of her, dropping to his knees and forcing his way into her line of sight, blocking out the rest of the room. He was still fully aroused, his thick rod pulsating, right in front of her face. "Open up," Leo commanded, his voice a rough, desperate rasp. Maya was panting, her mind foggy, but she hesitated. The sheer volume of what was happening to her body was too much. Smack. Julian’s hand connected hard with her round buttock, sending a sharp shock through her system that made her shudder and gasp. "Do as he says, Maya," Julian grow

The rug in the living room was soft, but the atmosphere was anything but. Maya was gasping, her body shaking as Leo plunged into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. He was relentless, his thrusts harsh and punishing, taking her with a raw, desperate hunger that spoke of hours of jealousy and frustration. "Leo, wait—" Maya breathed out, her voice breaking. "No," Leo growled, his voice rough. "You brought this on yourself, Maya." Julian stood nearby, his face a mask of fury, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. He was watching his brother take her, his eyes burning with possessive rage, but he seemed unable to move, frozen by the absolute chaos of the moment. Finn, however, was not frozen. He had been watching from the sofa, his eyes dark and intense, taking in every inch of Maya’s exposed body, every rough thrust of his brother. The sight of her—on her knees, taking Leo with such abandon—had shattered the last remnants of his quie

The car slowed to a stop before a grand building, its exterior glowing with neon lights that splashed across the night like fire. Music throbbed from within, loud enough to make Naomi’s chest vibrate even before Nick parked. She pressed her palms against her knees, her heart racing faster than the beat of the bass.“This is it,” Nick said with a grin as he slipped out of the car, circling to open her door. “Come on, baby. Trust me.”Naomi hesitated. Every sermon her mother had ever preached rang in her ears—warnings about “godless places,” about losing herself, about how girls who wandered off the righteous path always paid dearly for it. And yet, the sight of Nick’s hand stretched out for hers made her chest ache. She took it.Inside was worse—or better. Naomi couldn’t decide. The music swallowed her whole, drowning her thoughts. Bright strobe lights cut across the dance floor, catching on sweat-slick bodies pressed together, moving in wild abandon. Women in dresses so short her moth

Naomi lay awake in bed long after everyone had gone to sleep. Her room was quiet yet her heart would not settle. The words Nick had whispered in her ear at church, the promise of a surprise if she sneaked out to meet him under the old tree kept circling in her mind.At first, she told herself she wouldn’t do it, it was too dangerous, too shameful. Her father trusted her completely and her mother Lydia always said that a girl’s honor was her crown. Sneaking out at night went against everything she had been raised to believe. But then she thought of Nick’s face the way his voice softened when he called her “his girl,” and her chest tightened with longing.She rolled on her side staring at the wall. “Just one night,” she whispered to herself. “I will only see him for a little while.”The decision felt like it was pulling her apart. Guilt gnawed at her stomach but her love or what she believed was love burned hotter than her fear.Slowly, she rose from her bed the cool floor chilled her b

The church bell rang loudly that Sunday morning, calling everyone to gather. Naomi walked slowly beside her parents. She felt heavy inside, her thoughts circling what Nick had told her, and William’s face when she had rejected him. She tried to shake it off, but the uneasiness followed her into the church.The service hall was already full. The elite women sat in the front rows, their colorful hats and matching wrappers shining under the light. Their whispers floated like sharp knives through the air, little giggles hidden behind their palms. Naomi knew who they were talking about.Her father, Pastor George, was not present that day. He had traveled to a minister’s retreat. That absence made the air in the hall strange, as if authority had shifted somewhere else.When the choir finished singing, a small stir rose near the altar. William walked forward. His steps were slow, his shoulders stiff. He wore a simple shirt and trousers, his face pale.Right behind him was Camille Stevenson,

The house of the Stevenson family was a mansion that seemed to breathe power, tall marble pillars framed the entrance, shining floors reflected the silver chandeliers, and every corner spoke of wealth. Yet for William, it was not home. He lived here, yes, but never felt like he belonged.He often hid in his music room on the east wing of the house. It was the only place where he felt free, the piano waited for him with open arms, the guitar leaned quietly in the corner, and the violin lay in its velvet case, waiting for his hands to bring it alive, music was where his pain turned into something beautiful.That evening his fingers moved over the piano keys filling the room with a soft melody. It was not a happy tune, It was the sound of loneliness, a boy’s cry dressed in notes.Suddenly, the door burst open.William flinched as his fingers slipped on the keys, he looked up quickly, his stepmother, Camille Stevenson, stood there with her face twisted in rage. She held her phone tightly

Sunday morning came heavy with warmth and light, bells rang across the church compound as families arrived in their best clothes. Naomi walked beside her mother, her Bible pressed against her chest. She tried to look calm, but inside her heart beat fast. She knew Williams would be around and after the promise she gave Nick she was determined not to speak to him again.The church was already buzzing when they entered. Ushers welcomed them, the choir rehearsed one last hymn, and children ran down the aisle before their parents hushed them. Naomi hurried to her section head bent not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.But it didn’t take long.Williams spotted her from the other side of the hall, his eyes lit up the way they always did when he saw her, and before Naomi could pretend not to notice he came closer, holding a small folded note in his hand.“Naomi,” he whispered gently slipping the paper onto her hymnbook.Her throat tightened, She didn’t want to draw attention, so she ke

Choir rehearsal was supposed to be about hymns and harmonies but Naomi couldn’t focus on a single note. The moment she walked into the church hall her eyes found Nick. He leaned casually against the back wall talking with two choir girls, his smile slow and easy yet his eyes were on Naomi the entire time. Her stomach twisted after the park, after seeing him with those girls, she had promised herself she wouldn’t let his presence shake her. But one glance from him and her resolve melted. When rehearsal ended, Naomi tried to slip away quietly but before she could step out of the hall a strong hand closed around her wrist. “Naomi,” Nick’s voice was low, tight with emotion. “We need to talk.” “Nick, please I need to get home,” she whispered, glancing at the others still packing their things. “I don’t care,” he said, his grip firm. “We need to talk.” The intensity in his tone froze her feet and she let him lead her out of the hall and into one of the narrow side corridors, away from